a bit of hope

There are things one never expects; such is the realization of to-day. The day is drenched by a fastidious sadness. I smell the bitter-sweet taste of change infecting the air. It is not my custom to pray, nor do I like the word for it contains such connotations that kiss the intellect with the intensity of ice falling on naked flesh. For my part, insignificant as I may be, I center my thoughts inasmuch as I know they shall be no to affect. Best of luck.